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Halloween Mask

I am me,
but I am not.

I can’t be sure
whose face feels hot.

Is it mine?
Or is it its?

So strange how snug
this new mask fits. . . .

Gazing in the mirror
over my sink,

staring into eyes
that refuse to blink,

holding my ground,
I stare right back

at eyes the deadest
shade of black. . . .

I swallow hard.
This can’t be true—

when last I looked,
my eyes

were blue!

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